Stepping out of the car, depressed that the doctor said that there was absolutely no way I could cheer for 2-3 weeks, I had no clue whatsoever on what to do for the rest of the day. I knew I needed to talk, I wanted to talk to someone that I could really trust and that I felt comfortable with. Kelsey! I walked to the door and took my purple, over the shoulder bag off the rack. Slipping the bag on, I walked out the grass green front door. Kelsey lived right next to school, literally next to the school. I was walking and talking to myself about all different things, it was a habit of mine.
As I walked, I could feel my flip-flops hit the warm, but hard sidewalk. I walked, walked and kept walking, turning and crossing streets until I started to hear the cheering and screaming of the big game. Before I knew it I was two steps away from the door knob to Kelsey’s house. I walked up the front stairs and rang the door bell. No answer. I knocked. No answer! I gave up. Walking to the back I realized that Kelsey may be at the game. I still walked to the back door anyway. I knocked on the hard glass door, hoping for an answer.
As I walked, I could feel my flip-flops hit the warm, but hard sidewalk. I walked, walked and kept walking, turning and crossing streets until I started to hear the cheering and screaming of the big game. Before I knew it I was two steps away from the door knob to Kelsey’s house. I walked up the front stairs and rang the door bell. No answer. I knocked. No answer! I gave up. Walking to the back I realized that Kelsey may be at the game. I still walked to the back door anyway. I knocked on the hard glass door, hoping for an answer.
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